Moonlight spreads through the skies As it dances on thighs.
The bright sun demands you deny this affection
Product of pain or darwinism
Devotion, storms of emotion
That strike in the night
Left to gaze at stars as they fizzle and die,
Discovering universes in flesh as you lie
Just keep pouring that good stuff
A mess of emotions, I’m ruined;
But in the accent of her body I’m fluent.